At One Moment

Sarah Weiner

It wasn't as if she had all her questions answered.  She was still looking for the justification for those thing that she could not understand. She still dreamed, and wondered, and her curiosity and earnestness had allowed her to grow in unseen ways, enabling her to see through a different lens.  But her frustration with the inability to have the answers only grew as her impatient and restless nature became more apparent.  She struggled, grasping for something to help her while she attempted to defeat an invisible enemy.

She still had many more questions she was waiting to ask.  However, she did have one question answered. She knew where she was at any given moment in time.  She was walking down a foggy cobblestone road in an unknown town.  She was keeping her distance from a protective mother, guarding her young calf.  She was standing barefoot in a muddy field of rice.  She was absorbing the silent beauty of a thousand year old temple.  She was photographing a sunset through the window of her taxi, trying to freeze the silhouette of a broken down ferris wheel against the tie-dye sky.  She was sitting at her dining room table, crying with a foreign mother about something she knew little about.  She was holding a tearful boy in her arms, able to understand his sorrow despite the seemingly unbreakable language barrier between them. 

She always knew where she was standing.  But her perspective changed once again when she realized that what was important was not only where she was at one given moment.  Where she had been before and where she would go next were crucial in understanding where she was now.  Time never stops progressing.